Jon on the other hand needed to do something else. He had just recently developed an unsatisfiable need to drink soda. He sprang off the couch and ran as fast as his dress and boobs would allow into the kitchen to the refrigerator.
In the split second before his had touched the fridge door, he paused. "should you risk it?" asked a tiny voice in his head. "YES, OF COURSE YOU SHOULD" said a more aggressive voice. Jon grabbed the door and flung it open.
His stomach tingled. Jon was able to restrain himself long enough to look down his dress and find out that he now had a very impressive 6-pack Abs. It was like the house was giving him the green light.
He went for it.
In less than a minute, the remaining 3 cans were gone. As he chugged each one, he could feel something about his body changing, but he just didn't care what those somethings were.
Still thirsty for soda, Jon pushed an old jug of milk to the side to look for more soda he might have overlooked, when he realized, it was gone. His urge to drink soda had subsided. He assumed it was him touching the milk that cured him. Jon was now sane enough to realize what had happen.
It was Karyn's soda thought Jon. It had given him that addiction. and when the soda was all gone, so was the addiction. The house had tricked him into getting 4 new changes (although, having a 6 pack is kinda cool he thought). Frustrated about being tricked, Jon shut the fridge door a little too hard. He felt his stomach tingle again.
He sighed. Somehow, even without looking, he knew that his abs were now the same size as they used to be. He glared menacingly at the fridge.
Jon took an inventory of his body to see what new transformation the house had given him.
